I'm not sure just how condusive this particular position is to actually eating. Speaking of eating, i've now decided that I don't want to be fed by mum or dad or even Ned anymore. I want to do it myself, sometimes with a spoon, sometimes with my hand and sometimes by just sticking my face directly into the bowl.
Friday was a very exciting day, we were going out with Grandad and Anne to the Beale park. We left as soon as we got home from nursery, Mum and Dad were off to a wedding. I was jealous for a little while as I thought that they were going to have Eton Mess like we are going to at Laura's. I was soon won over by the lure of animals, playgrounds and ice creams though.
I did loads of walking, Grandad and Anne have obviously got lots more energy than mum and dad and let me out of the buggy and walked me round, it made a lovely change from being stuck in the buggy.
We stayed until the park shut and we got thrown out, it was brilliant, thanks very much for taking us!
As if that wasn't enough excitement it was Edwards party saturday afternoon, we had to wear super hero costumes. I finally used up the last of my birthday vouchers on this rather snazzy little power rangers number:
Dad thought they were very brave to have the party at their home for some reason? He was so worried about it all he went off to do gardening leaving Mum to come with us.
I got to go along too as i'm friends with Eva, Edward's little sister, at nursery:
They had a bouncy slide in their garden:

Balloon model spiders were proper smart:
Obviously there was pass the parcel, I didn't win the main prize but did get a big bouncy ball:
I got to try on some more novelty eye wear, this time a pair of sportacus goggles:
Here I am 'sharing' the sandpit with Eva:
There was even a spider themed cake:
What a great party!
In the evening we had another party to go to, a lady at Mum's work was 21. Although a different sort of party it was still great fun. It had all the essential party ingredients, little sausages, crisps, sweets, fizzy drinks, old people to have fun with and some music to dance to.
I did quite a bit of dancing inbetween walking Dad ragged up and down the decking outside.
I made myself so at home I even helped the party girl cut her cake!
More action on Sunday when we went swimming again. This time they had big floating mats out in the pool for a while before the slide opened. We even took a bouncy ball to play with this time, it's not really as good as the Coral Reef though...maybe next time?
I was a bit tired and revived the old Ned tradition of falling asleep in the pool. It's not easy.
In the afternoon Dad went out to the pub with James for a drink before his wedding or something so the rest of us had a lazy afternoon. Well, it was a lazy afternoon until it turned into a near emergency situation afternoon. I had somehow managed to get my leg stuck in the bars of my cot and got into quite a state about it all. Mum struggled for a bit and was about to ring dad to come home and get the saw out (hopefully to cut the cot and not my leg) when she had a flash of inspiration and went to get the crisp and dry! That soon had me free, with a lovely bruise to show for my efforts....
Once Dad was home he fired up the barbecue and we sat outside eating sausages, brilliant.
Of course it was bank holiday, so we had another day to fill with top notch excitement. Or not. How about a grey and windy picnic at Lepe? Go on then. Andy came too, poor soul.
It wasn't all bad, we had a play on the park, ate some sandwiches and eventually it did brighten up a bit.
We went for a walk along the beach and found our own little bit where we could shelter from the wind. I haven't been walking long but I was soon toddling up and down the sloping beach, over the sand a nd pebbles with no trouble at all. I also decided a tidy up was in order and sat sytematically picking up the shells and pebbles from my immediate area and placing them in the bucket. It was a bigger job than I had anticipated though and soon had to admit defeat.
Then of course we rounded off our trip with an ice cream. Andy had an oyster just to upset Dad and I had a whippy covered in hundreds and thousands. It has to be one one of the most exciting ice cream discoveries of all time.
You'll notice there's no photographic evidence of this outing, the paparazzi left the camera at home!!!!
Guess what? Someone actually stayed for tea as well! As if Andy hadn't had enough of us all day, he also endured a roast beef dinner with us too.
So today was back to nursery, do you know I only have 5 more days left at nursery before I go to school?










































